While you think about what to do, you notice the wizard looks like he’s got a bit of a headache.
“You all right?” you ask.
“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m probably in no state to help with sneaking, but I could still be a lookout.”
Badger looks even worse.
“Well, here’s my first thought,” you say. “I make a distraction, Minnie runs for wherever she’s going to look. Don’t think the other two are in much state to help with the search.”
“I don’t know where to look,” Minnie grumbles. “How am I supposed to know where some businessman keeps his darkwood?”
“Darkwood!” Badger exclaims. “I knew you were looking for it, but not before Matilda spoke to me. And you glossed over it when we were explaining things, so it didn’t register until now. I think that’s another keyword.”
“And what did it tell you?” the wizard asks.
“Um. It might be a riddle,” Badger says awkwardly. “At least the actual words are clear enough, though.”